Crimson Tide Awakening

The insistent throbbing in my lower abdomen was a brutal alarm clock, ripping me from the comforting embrace of sleep. It wasn’t just the cramps, though those were certainly present, a relentless, insistent squeeze that made every breath a conscious effort. It was something deeper, something primal, stirring within me – a heightened sensitivity, an electric current that always surged when my period began. Jamie knew this, of course. He’d seen the way my eyes glazed over, the subtle shift in my breathing, the almost involuntary tremor in my thighs. It was a secret language between us, a shared understanding of a pleasure both intense and slightly taboo.

This morning, the signs were unmistakable. A faint stain, a blush of pink, clinging to the hem of my panties. It wasn’t a gentle seepage, but a clear declaration of what was to come. I peeled myself out of bed, the cool cotton sheets clinging uncomfortably to my skin, and headed straight for the bathroom. The initial wave of nausea hit as I washed my face, followed by the familiar, undeniable urge that accompanied the monthly visitor. Discomfort mingled with anticipation, a strange and unsettling combination. I changed into a fresh pair of cotton underwear, hoping to minimize the visual evidence, but knowing it was a futile effort.

As I stepped into the kitchen, Jamie was already there, meticulously grinding coffee beans, the rich aroma filling the air. He looked up, a genuine smile gracing his face, and the sight of him instantly eased some of the tension in my muscles. “Hey, sweetie,” he said, his voice warm and familiar. “How are you this morning?”

I shrugged, trying to mask my discomfort with a casual nonchalance. "Shark week," I mumbled, a feeble attempt at humor. He chuckled and offered his hand, his touch sending a surprising jolt through me. As our fingers intertwined, his eyes held a knowing glint, a silent acknowledgment of my current predicament. “How are you *really* feeling?” he pressed, his gaze intense.

“My cramps are killing me, and the tea isn’t solving my problem,” I confessed, letting the words hang in the air, a blatant invitation. He understood. The unspoken hung heavy between us, a promise of shared pleasure and a little bit of transgression.

Without hesitation, he pulled me into his lap, the familiar weight of his body grounding me, anchoring me to the present moment. “Let me help you out,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “There are a few things I could think of, but the most effective one isn’t possible right now.” I bit my lip, a silent acknowledgment of his suggestion. As he tightened his grip on my hip, his hand resting on my back, a delicious ache began to spread through my body. The pressure, the proximity, it all fueled the growing fire within me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne and the comforting warmth of his skin. “Wow, it seems you know exactly what I need,” I giggled, my voice laced with both pleasure and embarrassment. He leaned down, pressing his lips to the back of my hand, a slow, deliberate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. “But we shouldn’t because I’m having my period,” I whispered, clinging to the boundary he established.

His response was immediate and undeniable. He brought his lips to mine, the kiss deepening, becoming more urgent, more demanding. The initial tenderness quickly morphed into something raw and primal, a desperate need to connect, to lose ourselves in the shared experience. My hand instinctively traveled down his chest, tracing the line of his torso before finding purchase on the elastic waistband of his shorts. Gripping his cock, I felt a surge of power, a sense of dominance that both thrilled and terrified me.

He looked at me, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation. "I like making love when you have your period," he stated, his voice low and husky. The words themselves felt like a release, a validation of the feelings swirling within me. My body responded instantly, a gentle vibration rippling through my core, a prelude to the explosion of pleasure to come.

Standing up, I slowly began to pull my panties down, the pink stain on the pad a stark reminder of my condition. The sight of it didn’t make me blush; instead, it intensified my anticipation, feeding the burgeoning heat. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs, as I watched him take in the evidence. The aroma of my arousal, sweet and potent, filled the air. A single tear traced a path down my cheek, a mixture of pleasure and vulnerability.

Jamie’s face lit up with a predatory gleam. "May I?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. My answer was immediate and unequivocal. A silent nod confirmed my surrender. As he leaned in, his silky tongue exploring every inch of my vulva, I lost myself in the moment, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation. Desire pulsed through me, a relentless current pulling me deeper and deeper into the pleasure.

The transition was swift and seamless. With a decisive movement, Jamie lifted me to the kitchen counter, placing me on the smooth surface. I ripped off my top, revealing my swollen breasts and extra hard nipples, each one begging for attention. He moved with a practiced grace, his hands gently molding and teasing my sensitive flesh, licking and nibbling with an almost reverent touch. I moaned, lost in the exquisite sensation, feeling as though I was a little boy at a candy store, overwhelmed by the abundance of pleasure.

Dropping to his knees, Jamie’s face came directly opposite my red-velvet vagina. "May I?" he repeated, his eyes filled with a hungry intensity. I couldn’t resist his gaze, my body responding with an involuntary shiver. Another nod, and he began his work, his skillful hands navigating the delicate folds of my flesh. The anticipation built, a delicious torture that only intensified the pleasure.

As arousal coursed through me, I felt an overwhelming urge to succumb completely, to relinquish all control. The scent of my arousal grew stronger, a heady blend of sweetness and musk. Without delay, Jamie lifted me from the counter, pulling me close to his body. The sight of his hard cock, fully erect and pulsating with anticipation, sent a shiver down my spine. I shivered, ready for him as he was for me.

At the entrance of my vulva, I could feel his member pulsate and grow bigger, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. I felt his wonderful cock rub past my clit, urging him to go deeper, to explore the hidden depths of my pleasure. With one swift stroke, his balls slapped against my ass, and I groaned in delight, a primal scream of pure ecstasy. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt his cock rubbing the inside walls of my canal, an intense and overwhelming sensation that left me breathless.

As arousal coursed through my body, Jamie took my boob into his mouth and began to nibble my sensitive nipple, making me cry out in pleasure. His free hand slipped down, finding my clitoris, which he began to rub with his thumb while my hips bucked against the pressure. Finally, I got what I wanted: period sex with my husband, a perfect storm of pleasure and vulnerability.

“Cum inside me,” I demanded, my voice raw with desire.

His pace increased, his movements becoming more frantic, more insistent. “Look at me as I cum,” he said, his voice strained with exertion. Jamie moved faster now, and I groaned in delight at the warmth of his semen filling me up, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure through my body.

An orgasm flooded my now sweating body, a chaotic eruption of sensation that left me gasping for air. For a brief moment, everything went white, a blinding flash of pure bliss. As the end of our climax approached, we rested our heads together, taking deep breaths to slow our heart rates. As we settled down, we looked up to catch each other’s eyes and started to laugh at the beauty of this experience, a shared secret whispered between us.

“Want to continue in the shower?” I asked, my voice still slightly breathless, a glint of mischief in my eye.

“Definitely,” he said, pulling me off the counter and towards the bathroom.

Having my period turned out to be one heck of a ride. What happened next in the shower is a story for another time.

I love you, Jamie!

Always & Forever

Lori

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